Right before me rides my brother
With him ride a couple others
Carrying their fallen usher
Some of us were born to suffer
As the shingles all fall off the roof
And they land on the cold dead ground
There is nothing down there
But the birds will find their food this winter
Wearing a nice sweatshirt that you had knit for me
I wake before you and you wake so grumpily
But I love the morning now
It's when you let me see your face
And you are so beautiful
You hold the secret
I will love you till my blood evaporates
Strip the paint and strip the drywall
Rip me down and build a strip mall
You and I hide underwater
We bear witness to the slaughter
Hold our breaths a little longer
Oh, lift my skirt and search my body
Beat me till my brain is foggy
We will sit through all the debris
And if our house is still standing
Oh, will you make up if you let me?
